Shottas (feat. Loafy Montana)

John Mello on the beat Aye, Beto ain't finna play with em Aye, yeah If you ride with the opps Then you die with the opps We gon put em in a blunt We getting high off the opps It be really hard catch em They be hiding a lot Last nigga tried to press me He inside of a box It's box for yo boxing ass 20 Shots in this chop leave em on his ass Why you think we going hard cause we want the bag You ain't never made no money off the pots and pans Niggas die tryna get to where i've been Never fold never bend, its an awful lot of bins It's an awful lot of cards and an awful lot of pins I just walked onto the lot and drove off it in Benz Walking tall with like ten, band on my wrist Take yo mans off the road and we gone leave em in a ditch I just bagged me his bitch i'm finna take her on a trip Yeah, who finna take me out this bitch Aye, got the block hot cause we keep them Glocks hot nigga (Let it off) Catch a opp we gon pop shots in em He ain't empty out the clip, that is not my nigga (No it's not) He ain't gang, he is not no killa' We the rockstars but we got them shottas' with us (Got them shottas' with us) Keep a pole cause you not gon' get us You keep hanging with them suckas' u gon' get dropped with em Get popped, get shot, robbed with em I ain't never tucking shit I rather let you see my shit bussin' Heard somebody Debo'd yo chain and you ain't did nothin Try to take my shit 100 bullet start dumping Nigga must be stupid, must be smoking blues or something I rather get caught with it than without it When the gang up in the building that's a couple hundred thousand All this paper coming in, I think I need an accountant Put it in a money counter, I don't even like to count it That boy broke as hell acting like he up, we look down on em The choppa' clip look like a smirk it put a frown on em Heard he was beefing with the gang, now he can not be found Had to shut his ass up He was talking too loud Got the block hot cause we keep them Glocks hot nigga (Let it off) Catch a opp we gon pop shots in em He ain't empty out the clip, that is not my nigga (No it's not) He ain't gang, he is not no killa' We the rockstars but we got them shottas' with us (We got them shottas' with us) Keep a pole cause you not gon' get us You keep hanging with them suckas' u gon' get dropped with em (Getting dropped) Get popped, get shot, robbed with em Bag chasing with the gang I just dropped the load I remember having crumbs now I got a loaf This a Glock with a beam, for all my foes All that money double up when you hit the road These some Cartier Panthers, gon' block the smoke If the FN hit you it'll leave a hole Shit, I just hit a lash for like 20 bowls Bust all them bitches down now I'm stacking pros Yeah, It must be nice It ain't the same cost as yesterday, it's a different price Apologize to mom, she wish I lived a different life (Have you ever had to stay up and trap through the night?!) Pour it in a Faygo, I don't do the Sprite Scoring all this juice got me mixing lines Used to be broke, standing on the side Now it's Fleming steak before a flight Got the block hot cause we keep them Glocks hot nigga (Let it off) Catch a opp we gon pop shots in em He ain't empty out the clip, that is not my nigga (No it's not) He ain't gang, he is not no killa' We the rockstars but we got them shottas' with us (We got them shottas' with us) Keep a pole cause you not gon' get us You keep hanging with them suckas' u gon' get dropped with em (Getting dropped) Get popped, get shot, robbed with em